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Parting

Written by: Bertolt Brecht | Biography
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 AS from our dream we died away
Far off I felt the outer things;
Your wind-blown tresses round me play,
Your bosom’s gentle murmurings.
And far away our faces met As on the verge of the vast spheres; And in the night our cheeks were wet, I could not say with dew or tears.
As one within the Mother’s heart In that hushed dream upon the height We lived, and then we rose to part, Because her ways are infinite.



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